Incarcerated h.s
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Última publicación jue, ago 25, 2016
It was when I stepped onto the earth's surface for what felt like the first time in years, that I realized I was no longer incarcerated in his vice like grip and held captive inside of his charcoal heart.
I was finally free.
But my lungs didn't fill up with air as a sign of relief like they should have. A smile didn't perk up at the corners of my mouth like it should have. Happy tears didn't spring out from my eyes like it should have. Happiness didn't consume my entirety like it should have.
Those once envisaged feelings did not come to me like they should have.
It was when I was finally allowed to roam my small town for days and experience life like how it used to be, that I came to another realization.
This was all wrong.
Who's that shadow holding me hostage? I've been here for days...
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